Zeng Han Jun
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Zeng Han Jun Poems
Last Flicker of the Candle Light
Softly burning, shining bright, Lighting up the room, with the hue of my light. Standing tall and proud and strong, The light of my flame is my hearty song.
The Bus Ride
Listless eyes and barely awakened body, I dragged my own feet. Not a sip of a coffee, I walked out to the street. Looking at the sky; the sun is hiding and everything’s dark blue. What am I doing so early, I don’t have a single clue.
Finding A Diamond On The Muddy Road
Troughing on muddy road, fixed in spirit and totally free. Dark clouds gathered and blew across the trees Thunder roared, lightning struck, finally it rained.
That Very Moment
The sound that's made when two hands clapped Not so very different when your feet tapped. The moment that sound was quickly made. Not so different from what you had said.
'We come a long way, but how long can we...
Smiling faces, happy cheering, excitement rippling through the crowd. Straining eyes, eagerly waiting, jet planes roaring really loud. The feelings of many, expressed as one heart. But do not forget, loose and scattered was how we start.
A Fool's Harsh Words
A fool speaks without thinking through, turning faces of those around blue. Worst when the fool is angry, his vision his mind all turn blurry. All in a moment’s folly, no one will accept his sorry.
Sayings of Buddha (1)
A thousand practices across the six realms. The practice of endurance stands first and foremost.
Sayings of Taoist Master Zi Xu Yuan Jun ...
Burn, Burn, Burn. Million troubles burnt away by the thousand-strong fire. Endure, endure, endure. Disappear it goes, all the previous karma and sins.
Nature of Water
Staring down at the pan of water. Thinking it so clear and cool. Form so fluid it is hard to alter. Its nothing, just a really small pool.
Fall of the Blossom Flowers
Lying on the ground, not a single sound. Facing the sky, the clouds passes by. The trees rustled and there’s no strength in my muscles. Blossom flowers floating gently, staring at them intently.
Standing Ready To Fight Under The Moonli...
Dark blue sky bright moonlight, uniformed men stand ready to fight. Prowling with rifles, tis men aren't to be trifled. Combing every nooks, making sure there's no crooks. Keeping high alert, vigilance they exert.
The Comfort of My Room
Comfort of my room, soft and cool. Enjoying the waft of breeze, thinking of the pool. A hot cup of coffee, taking in the fragrance. This moment is, delightful joyance.
Going Back Home on a Rainy Day
Heavy rain, it flooded the drain. Massive jam, the cabby cried “Oh Damn! ” Resting my head, to my mate I said. “Don’t be worried, there’s no need to be hurried”.
A Hard Day of Training
Lying down, after hard day’s training Eyes closed, listening to the raining. The sound of the raindrops. Makes the wild waves in my mind stops.
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Last Flicker of the Candle Light
Softly burning, shining bright,
Lighting up the room, with the hue of my light.
Standing tall and proud and strong,
The light of my flame is my hearty song.
I always thought that things will go on,
Never once did I know it was wrong.
In this last night, I thought about what might,
Flickering and dying, this is my plight.
The candle wax’s thinning and the wind’s blowing,
Here I am, my life’s flickering.
Recalling the memories of my lively spark
The last flicker and everything turns dark.